The song possibly describes the struggles of being an African American growing up in a poverty stricken area and the invoked actions that need to be taken in order to get up and make a change for better of ones own life given that the systems put in place by the government punish those who grow up i...
(Intro)
Never get this, fantasy
Getting out of the life
Set the course through, once again
The fuck you gonna do except hustle?
(Verse 1)
Hustle
All you got is hustle
When you broke as shit
Rolling up joints while, niggas loading full clip
I don’t give a fuck my mind has been lost since January 27th - my mind racin’
Thoughts pacing trying to keep myself from floating
Thats why I gotta get in a wave I can float in
What’all wanna do? Talk shit on me? Big Kee? I don’t give a fuck
I got the key to the game - the crack cocaine game
Game my uncle did that thang - we was in that turning lanes, wait
Whats the pain I got? I got pain on my mind
Take the shot, take the pain away - I floatin’
When I get the joint now i’m really fucked up in my mental
Rest in peace on this instrumental
My cousin wasn’t rest in peace when he was on his way to get them skittles
Young black and innocent that life - what kind of life is this?
Life, that I live - I'm trying live a young innocent life
And get by with my ways
These are my ways of thinking I don’t give a fuck I'm going
Any pave of life to get them Ben Franklins
I’m in the booth I spit the truth - through the microphones
I got double Glock nine, nine shots to ya dome
I’m talking bout the shit that from a niggas lip
I’m a pimp that's why you see me, walking with a limp
Shaking, I like my blunt laced so take it to my face
Respecting the young niggas vision
Anybody that wants it with a sixteenth could get it
I don’t spit bars - I spit - big, prison sentences
This is for the nigs that had to sell crack rock
On the block
Cause they couldn’t afford to go to school to be a dentist
Go to college for four years, graduate, come home [?]
Broke man land. If you broke you get left
The government trying to put quick sand on another black man that's why you see me
Fighting the power with the energy that got my uncle thirteen years
Fed time, when he was whipping it - flipping bands
I’m trying to go up and be a better man
Uncle in my [?] throwing up Crip, with they left hand I stand right hand, on a bible blue flag
On is his wrist, not gang-bangin’ but the flow steady cracking or if you a blood it was bracket
I’ll trying to tell you [?] really really happening, niggas get the cap in them, yeah
(Verse 2)
Hustle
All the nigga knows is hustle
Came, came from the struggle
Finna bust like a bubble
Stay down for my niggas
Rest in peace, 33 - Hustle
(Outro)
You see you the goatse one to be a dope dealer
My style illa, my style illa nigga
Trying make, couple twelve figures
I’m trying to make figures, I didn’t have a father figure
Hustle